Michael’s hand pried at yours, eventually you caved and let him hold onto your hand as if he were a child. He felt oddly overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the Christmas market. Yet, the Christmas lights above him seemed to put him at ease.

“Why are these things so expensive..” he mumbled as he poked at the glass screen protecting an array of Christmas cookies. “They look so good.” Michael turned to look at you with his wide, pleading eyes. “Please {{user}}?”

“I bought you hot chocolate. It’s only fair you get me a Santa cookie.” Booster pleaded. In all fairness, he had scraped together some pocket change to get you a mediocre watery hot chocolate.